Muhammad Iqbal Poems on Night (7 Poems)

Masjid-e-Qar (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

SILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB NAQSH GAR-E-HADISAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB ASL-E-HAYAAT-O-MAMAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB TAAR-E-HAREER DO RAnGJIS SE BANAATI HAI ZAAT APNI QABAAY-E-SIFAATSILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAAZ-E-AZAL KI FUGHAAnJIS SE DIKHAATI HAI ZAAT ZER-O-BAM-E-MUMKINAATTUJH KO PARAKTAA HAI YE, MUJH KO PARAKHTAA HAI YESILSILA-E-ROZ-O-SHAB SAIRAFI-E-KAAINAATTU HO AGAR KAM IYAAR, MAIn HOOn AGAR KAM IYAARMAUT … Continue reading →

The Mosque Of Cordoba (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

The succession of day and nightIs the architect of events.The succession of day and nightIs the fountain-head of life and death.The succession of day and nightIs a two-tone silken twine,With which the Divine EssencePrepares Its apparel of Attributes. The succession … Continue reading →

The Interrogatio (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

The bright sun is hidden, the night shows its faceThe night’s hair is spread on shoulders of the earth This black dress is preparation for some one’s mourningPerhaps the Nature’s assemblage for the sun is mourning The sky is casting … Continue reading →

The morning sun (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

Far from the ignoble strife of Man’s tavern you areThe wine-cup adorning the sky’s assemblage you are The jewel which should be the pearl of the morning’s bride’s ear you areThe ornament which would be the pride of horizon’s forehead … Continue reading →

A longing (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

O Lord ! I have become weary of human assemblages!When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be I seek escape from tumult, my heart desiresThe silence which speech may ardently love! I vehemently desire silence, I strongly … Continue reading →

The Cloud on the mountain (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

Elevation bestows the sky’s nearness to my abodeI am the mountain’s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abodeCity and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine If I want to … Continue reading →

Sympathy (Muhammad Iqbal Poems)

Perched on the branch of a treeWas a nightingale sad and lonely “The night has drawn near”, He was thinking“I passed the day in flying around and feeding How can I reach up to the nestDarkness has enveloped everything”? Hearing … Continue reading →